It’s happened. The day you’ve all been waiting for has *finally arrived*. Cue fanfare. Prep the press. Notify the Royals. And, for the love of God, someone please hook a gurl up with some security, ’cause dem boys are gonna be a-flockin’ ?. That’s right, party people, I’M ON YOUTUBE. I joined forces with my gorgeous, blonde-maned gal pal, Gemma, and waded through the foundation-filled waters of contouring; all in the name of curiosity (and, let’s be honest, an upgraded selfie), and all whilst perched on her srsly ‘Grammable sofa in her srsly ‘Grammable pad. The filming was a calamity. The make-up was caked. The morale was ever-decreasing. But, at the end of the day (a day in which a solitary face of make-up required an entire pack of wet wipes), all that matters is that WE DID IT and you can now revel in our fantastical failure, whilst simultaneously gawking at the flawless complexion that twenty layers of foundation proffers.